In an effort to rid myself of old, annoying internet handles and to unify things for my new Etsy shop, I shall now be blogging
I kind of hate being the person who changes blog locations annually. But then again, I kind of don’t.
Sometimes summer feels filled with a lot of pressure. The nice weather beckons a person to go outside, but what if a person just really wants to stay inside, altering dresses and getting lost in a bunch of knitting projects? I know there’s nothing fundamentally wrong with that, but the guilt remains. This summer I’ve been generally unmotivated to do much besides lay about, lost in books or thought or air conditioning. I start to worry about things, like that I’m not going swimming enough or bicycling enough or going camping enough. Ruminating on summers of old, I honestly cannot remember how many times I went swimming or how many bike hours were logged. So I think I’m okay.
My mint plant, which was doing so well, is now burning to a little crisp. I wish I could be a decent steward of plants, but maybe it’s simply not in the cards.
Yesterday at the movie theater, some adolescents asked Chris and I to buy them tickets to an R-rated movie. We declined, and they moaned and shot us dirty looks. Lately I’ve been feeling sort of old, at least as compared to kids. The lesson is, of course, to pay no mind to what kids do.
Perhaps as a bit of karmic retribution for denying young hellions the pleasure of taking in a horror flick, I woke up around 3 o’clock in the morning and vomited for hours. Assuming it was either a food thing or a pregnancy thing, Chris was sent to the grocery store for applesauce and early response baby detectors. Thankfully the problem was eventually attributed to the former, though the ordeal did allow for some interesting rumination. In conclusion, I do not want to have any babies now or for a couple of years hence, but would not be terribly upset or devastated if such a thing came to pass. Unless it involved feeling as awful as I felt for much of today. In that case, no thanks.
